Page 93 of The Quiet After The Fall

Her eyes close and I push in so slow that it kills me, watching her face the entire time.

“Fuck,” she breathes, biting on her bottom lip. “Fine.”

I thrust in another inch, my whole body shaking with restraint. “Come on, baby.”

“I want—” I give her another inch, waiting. It’s torture to not seat myself in her tight cunt.

She breathes ragged, digging her nails into my ass until I’m sure she’s drawn blood. “Oh, God.”

I pull all the way out, but she groans in protest, scrambling her hands up my back, keeping me close. “Fucking say it, Sawyer. I need to hear it.”

Staring into my eyes, she grips my cock, and with a smile, says, “Knox fucking Aldrich, I want your cock right goddamn now. Fuck me. Fill me with your cum. If you don’t, I might actually kill you.”

I smile, having gotten almost everything I want. “And?”

Her grip tightens, and she swipes a bead of precum away. “And…I’m yours. All yours.”

“That’s fucking right.”

I thrust home in one long stroke, both of us groaning as she stretches around me. She arches off the mattress, nails clawing fresh marks down my back.

“Fuck, Knox⁠—”

“Jesus, baby.” I still for a beat and drop my forehead to hers, giving us both a second to adjust to how deep I am. Emotion clogs my throat. It’s unreal. I thought I’d never be here again. “I’m right where I belong.”

Then I suck in a breath and move.

I don’t hold back a damn thing. My ribs scream in protest with every thrust and I don’t care. I wouldn’t care if they shattered completely, not with the way she’s looking at me right now, eyes lidded, mouth parted in pleasure.

I lean in to capture her lips, sucking them into my mouth. My glasses get knocked crooked, but fuck it. I don’t need them.

“Harder.” She gasps against my mouth, hips rolling up to meet every drive of mine. “Please, Knox, I need⁠—”

“I know what you need.” I hitch one of her knees higher, changing the angle, and she moans louder. “So fucking perfect.”

The headboard bangs against the wall, and our moans and curses join together until we’re both practically chanting each other’s names. She feels so damn good, her cunt swallowing my cock with every thrust.

I feel her tightening around me, so close, and I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, matching the rhythm of my hips.

“You gonna give me another one?”

“I can’t—” I pull all the way out and slam in again. “Oh, God—fuck.”

Her back arches, her whole body drawing tight. “I’m close too, baby. Come for me.”

She shatters under me with my name on her lips and her cunt clenching so hard around me, I almost bust right then. But I hold it together, fucking her through it, drawing every last shudder out of her, until I can’t hold on any longer. I pump deep, coming so hard that stars burst behind my eyes. I stay buried in her until I’m sure she’s full of every last drop of my cum.

Then and only then do I pull out and collapse onto the mattress beside her. She reaches up and straightens my glasses for me, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at her mouth.

“Are you okay?” she asks, ghosting a finger up my ribcage.

I take her hand and kiss her palm. “Never been better.”

She curls into my side and we quietly lay there, enjoying each other. It still feels unreal that she’s here, against me, letting me hold her, letting me in. I don’t deserve her. I’ve known that forever and it’ll always be true. This, though, feels right.

“Knox,” she finally says, pushing upright so we’re eye to eye. “I meant what I said about Ella. I refuse to let you hurt me again.”

Her words hit me square in the chest. “I won’t. I promise.”